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"More," she said, opening her mouth and pulling my cock between her lips. Looking up at me, she held my cock next to her face as I took more pictures. I took several more with her nursing on balls, too. "Does this feel good?" she asked. I nodded, her mouth did feel good, very good. "So, you like having your Mommy sucking your dick?"

"I like having my dick sucked," I said, trying to make it feel more neutral.

"Oh, I bet lots of girls are willing to suck a big dick like yours," she giggled. "Does it feel different having your Mommy doing it?" I nodded, it did and not because her style or technique was better or worse than anyone else's. No, it felt different because of our relationship. "Is this what you thought would happen this morning?"

"No," I quickly admitted.

"Are you sure?" she asked in a singing, playful tone. A playful pout appeared on her face. "You were going to show this to me and not let me play with it?"

"I guess," I said. I hadn't really thought past trying to shock her with my nudity.

"Such a bad boy," she said before bobbing her head up and down my prick a couple more times. "Mommy loves to suck cock. I bet you didn't know that, did you?"

"Not really."

"Mm, I love cock," she purred, rubbing my excited prick against her face again. "I like big ones, small ones, white ones, black ones . . ." My cock throbbed and she smiled. "Oh, you like knowing that?"

"I guess," I replied feeling awkward.

"Sucking cock makes Mommy so wet," she said, squirming and clutching at herself. It felt strange how she kept referring to herself in the third person like that. "And Mommy's boy has such a big, proud cock, doesn't he?" Offering a half-hearted smile, I shrugged. Was I really supposed to answer that question? "Oh sugar, don't be shy. You know you have a big dick. A big, beautiful dick and it tastes soooo good. Mommy loves having it inside her mouth."

"You're being weird."

"Am I?" she asked, undoing her tight shorts so she could fit her hand inside again. "You don't like knowing Mommy is so very excited?"

"Are you really?"

"Mm, I am," she said, pulling out her hand and showing me a wet finger. After sucking her finger clean, she returned it inside her shorts. "Ooo, do you like it when Mommy tastes her pussy for you?"

"Yes Mommy," I said, beginning to pick up on her game. She was trying to embarrass and humiliate me. Worse, it was working. As excited as I felt, I also felt embarrassed, exposed, and so wrong for being naked in front of her.

"Mommy is going to make her big, strong boy feel sooo good," she purred, still working her hand inside her shorts. "I'm so glad you're all grown up now so we can play." She attacked my cock with her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with insistent strokes that made me even more excited.

She pulled away and admired her work as my cock throbbed without her touch or her mouth. I watched as she clutched at her tits while working her other hand inside her shorts. That slightly crazed fire burned in her eyes.

"Hop down," she instructed with a gleeful smile. Holding me tight, she nursed on my nipples for a moment, biting at the flat discs before putting her hands on my shoulders and turning me around. "Bend over," she said.

As I leaned across the counter, Mom had me move my legs far apart. Taking back her phone, she took several pictures of me bent over. She made me pull my asscheeks apart and she took a few more pictures of my exposed asshole before handing her phone back to me.

"Be sure to get some good pictures," she said, dropping to her knees behind me. Opening up my asscheeks, she pressed her face inside my crack and began lick and lapping at my tight, puckered asshole. "Let me see that phone." Holding it at arm's length, she snapped several selfies of her kissing my ass.

Setting down her phone, Mom licked at the backside of my balls. While licking my ass, she fondled my cock. Between intensive moments of eating my ass, she would pull away and talk about it, asking me questions and making me feel as uncomfortable as possible.

"Does Mommy's tongue feel good on your ass, sugar?" And then, "I never knew your ass would taste so good." And, "I think Mommy would make a good anal bitch, do you?"

"Cut it out," I groaned, humiliated and frustrated that I felt so excited, too.

"What's the matter, sugar?" she asked, running a finger across my ass, making me squirm. "You don't like Mommy's game? Did you want to get dressed and forget about tomorrow?"

"No," I quickly said, suddenly realizing what she was doing. Everything fell in place. Much as she had tried to do this morning, Mom was trying to flip the script on me. She knew what she was doing and it was much like the parent who catches their kid smoking and makes their kid smoke an entire pack until they're so sick of the taste and the smell, they never want to smoke again.

"No Mommy," I said, ready to give her a taste of her own medicine. "Sugar is so excited he wants to get off." Even though I spoke of myself in the third person, Mom didn't seem to pick up on the change.

"Does sugar like when I play with his cute butt?" she asked in the saccharine sweet tone she had been using to humiliate me.

"I love ass play," I said, wiggling my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I flashed her a grin. She could try to flip things on me, but that doesn't mean I had to let it work.

"Oh sugar, you have no idea how happy Mommy is to hear that." She wiggled her finger inside my ass. "So this is okay?"

"Yes," I said, pushing backward. Mom didn't know it, but I once had a girlfriend who liked to finger my ass whenever she sucked my dick.

"Really?" she asked, dropping her humiliating tone for a brief second.

"Yes, Mommy," I said, looking over my shoulder and watching her confused expression. "Sugar loves it up the ass." I bounced back and forth, trying to get her to fuck my ass.

"Really," Mom stated, getting back to her feet. She stayed behind me, poking her finger deep inside my ass while squeezing my cock. I made my cock throb for her. I had to turn away so she wouldn't see how the surprised look on her face made me smile. After pulling out her finger, she washed her hands in the sink, leaving me bent over the counter wiggling my ass as if I wanted more.

"Come with me," Mom said. When I stood, she pulled me through the house by my hard prick again as if it was a handle. She parked me on the coffee table again, picking up the forgotten spatula and looking at it as if she couldn't quite remember how it had wound up in the living room or what she was supposed to do with it. She set it on end table next to her chair before strolling down the hallway to her bedroom.

A moment later, Mom returned holding something that felt as strange as being naked and excited in front of her. Mom held a long, latex dildo that included a flat base molded from the top half of a pair of balls. In her other hand, she held a tube of lube.

"What's the matter, sugar? You didn't think your Mommy owned any toys?"

"I never thought about it," I said, unsure how I felt. Part of me felt excited. Another part of me felt embarrassed about learning that.

Mom set the toy and lube on the table between my legs. Sitting her chair, she smiled. "Show Mommy, sugar," she purred, still talking about herself in the third person. "Show Mommy how much you like it up the ass." The little smile on her lips made it clear she didn't believe me. "Mommy's toy isn't too big, is it?" She settled back in her chair, pulling, pinching, and rolling her nipples while her other hand vanished inside her tight shorts again.

"Doesn't Mommy want to help?"

"I'm good," she smirked, dropping the act. "Have fun."

I examined the toy for a long moment. It wasn't as big as me. I guessed its length to be around seven inches, including the base. Its girth was maybe half as thick as me. "Is this the toy you use up your ass?"

Refusing to answer, Mom only smiled at me. I could tell she enjoyed seeing me inspecting the toy. Backed into a corner, I realized I didn't have much of a choice. Laying back on the coffee table, I curled up my knees and began playing with my ass. I put a bit of lube on a finger and poked my puckered opening.

"Wait," Mom said, darting back to the kitchen. She returned a moment later with her phone. "I don't want to miss a moment of this." Keeping one hand inside her shorts, she used her free hand to snap pictures of me. "Does that feel good, Lee? Do you ever do that in your dorm room?"

I ignored her questions, treating them as rhetorical. If she wanted to shame me, she was doing a damn good job. Picking up the toy again, I considered licking it and couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I coated it with lube, trying to ignore how lifelike the mold creating it had been. The toy included veins and the ridge around the cockhead. Comfortable that it was slippery enough, I positioned it against my slippery butt.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Not as much as you're going to," she grinned, looking very pleased that I was trying to do it.

The toy felt large and foreign against my asshole. I applied steady pressure while forcing myself to relax. It felt much different than girl's slender finger slipping in my butt. At first, it didn't seem like anything was going to happen. I wiggled the toy, zeroed in on the opening, and felt it gaining purchase. Slowly, my butt opened to the latex intrusion and as it did, it felt sort of good.

"Do it," Mom said as her phone snickered with the fake shutter sound of her camera documenting the event. "Fuck it good."

I pressed harder, working more of it inside myself and marveling at how good it felt. My cock throbbed against my stomach and it confused me. What did it mean if I liked a toy up my ass? Did this make me gay? I pushed away those thoughts, closed my eyes and focused on feeling good.

Mom moved from her chair and knelt next to me. "Does that feel good, sugar?" she asked, caressing my chest. She pinched my nipples again. That stung, but it stung in a good way. I tried to grab my cock, but she brushed my hand away. "I don't think so. I think you need to stay hard like this." She teased my cock with a single finger before reaching behind my thigh and holding my hand in hers. "Aren't you glad you decided to get naked for me?" She pressed her hand against mine, urging me to push the toy deeper until it couldn't go any deeper.

"This is so wrong," I gasped, frustrated because I felt so excited.

"Is it?" she asked, kissing me. "You started it. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Not really," I confessed. "I just wanted to prank you."

"Do you feel pranked yet?" She grabbed the toy away from me and took over fucking my ass. She fed it to me with long, full strokes.

"Tomorrow's my turn," I reminded her.

"Are you going to do this to me tomorrow?" she asked. "I might like it. Is that what you want to see? Do you want to see Mommy with her ass in the air begging you to fuck it?"

"Yes," I said, wincing as she drove the toy deeply into my ass.

"We'll see tomorrow," she giggled, kissing me again. "Are you ready to cum again?"

I nodded, I had been hard long that my swollen cock ached for relief.

"Do you want to cum in Mommy's mouth again?"

Again, I nodded, feeling ashamed, but too excited to care.

"Say it," she insisted. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to make me cum," I groaned, wishing the toy in my ass didn't feel as good as it did.

"No, sugar, you have to really spell it out. Ask your Mommy to put your dick in your mouth and make you cum."

For a few moments, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I suffered in pleasure as she continued to slowly fuck my ass with that blasted toy. It didn't help that she was touching herself again. Seeing her hand inside her open shorts drove me crazy.

"Say it," she prompted and I couldn't hold my tongue. I needed it. I needed another orgasm and I didn't care how it happened.

"Please Mommy," I begged. "Please make sugar cum with your mouth."

Without a word, Mom leaned over and wrapped her warm, wet lips around my throbbing cock. Keeping time with the toy in my ass, she sucked and fucked me. None of it took long, I was too excited. Within a minute, maybe two, I felt my asshole clamping down around the intrusion in my ass while my cock exploded deep inside her mouth for the second time that day.

"Take a shower and wash my toy," she said, rocking back on her heels and letting go of the toy. It slipped out of my ass and I picked it up on my way to the shower while trying to ignore how violated my ass felt.

Washing the toy felt gay as hell. I tried not to think about it as I focused on cleaning the lube off my ass. The hot water felt good but nothing could wash away the bizarre sense of shame I felt. Had I really made all this happen just by trying to prank her?

Clean on the outside, I toweled off and went back to the living room for whatever else Mom had for me. She sat in her chair watching TV. Her shorts were refastened. If I wasn't naked, everything would have felt about the same as any other night. She was watching a movie she had already seen while spending more time staring at her tablet. I knew she did that quite often, rewatch a familiar movie just for the company while she read.

"You can change the channel," she offered, just like always.

"I'm good," I said, flopping on the couch with my long legs outstretched. Being naked felt weird and I tried not to think about it, except it felt different being naked without being excited. I kept looking over my shoulder at her as I wondered if she was still reading incest stories. I had set her cleaned toy on the end table next to her. Maybe she would want to use, it. Most of an hour slipped by without anything happening. Standing up, I made it a point to face her as I stretched. Her eyes roamed my nudity.

"Going somewhere?"

"Gotta pee," I said, heading past her.

"Hold on," she said, getting up. "Ever pee outside?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"I want to see you do it," she announced, grabbing my mostly soft cock and pulling me towards the patio. The night still held the heat of the day. It had been dark long enough for the fireflies to be high in the trees with only occasional twinkles. I stood at the edge of the concrete slab while Mom held my prick. "I thought you said you had to go."

"I do," I said, finding my bladder suddenly too shy to let go.

"Then do it," she giggled, waving my cock around.

"Well, don't shake it," I laughed as I felt my body relax to let it happen. As the powerful stream began, she waved it around in the air, giggling. "Is that fun for you?"

"I've never done any pee play," she said.

"Me either," I said, finding it interesting how I felt my brain making a mental note of that. "Now you have to shake it to knock off the last couple drops."

"Like this?" she asked, flopping around the soft appendage. She did just fine. "How's your ass?"

"Good," I said, feeling normal despite being violated back there.

As we walked back inside the house, she continued to pull me along by my cock. She veered into the kitchen and pulled out a cup of Greek yogurt. "Did you want some?" Remembering the story she had read earlier, I shook my head. "Chicken," she laughed, realizing why I had refused. After peeling off the top, she pulled me back to the living room without grabbing a spoon.

"Forget something?"

"Nope," she said, settling down in her chair with me in front of her. "I sure hope you finished peeing." Holding my cock, she dipped it inside the yogurt before licking it clean. She scooped out some more in the same way. "A lot of those incest stories include pee play."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked, beginning to get hard again.

"I don't know," she shrugged, pausing to take a picture of my yogurt coated prick. Holding out her phone, she took another selfie while licking it off. "Looking forward to tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I agreed as my cock grew longer and fatter from the attention.

"How did it feel to have your Mom licking your ass?"

"Embarrassing and good at the same time," I admitted.

"Did you do a good job cleaning back there?"

I nodded.

"Good, turn around and bend over."

"Really?" I asked, confused why she would want to do it again. "Are you that into this?"

After smearing yogurt on my asshole, she liked it clean, and then she swatted my upturned ass. "I can't believe you're letting your Mom do this."

"I thought you wanted to."

She ignored me, smearing more yogurt on my butthole before licking it off. "I know you like it because you're getting hard."

"I can't help it," I said.

"I think you love it," she said, repeating the gesture. "I think you like knowing your Mommy eats ass."

"You don't have to."

"You're letting me do it."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Sure you do," she said after doing it again. "You could've ended the game anytime you wanted. All you had to do was get dressed."

"But I thought you wanted to do this!"

"Ditto," she said, expertly shaming me into the biggest bout of guilt I had felt that day. "But that's okay. Tomorrow you get to have your way with me."

"You're a real bitch," I said, pissed off because I was hard again.

"Hey! Language!" she snapped, swatting my ass. "Do I need to use this spatula on you?"

"Why not? Tomorrow, I'm going to use it on you."

"Last bit," she said, lingering once her tongue moved between my ass for the last time. "Now turn around and let Mommy see how excited you got."

Red-faced, I did as she told me.

"Should I suck it again?"

"Whatever," I said, burning with frustration. Her suggestion that I could have put an end to any of this by simply getting dressed weighed heavy on my conscious. Was I to blame for everything that had happened? My morning nakedness had started things, but was it my fault that things had gone as far as they had?

"Since you're so proud of being naked in front of your Mom, I think I'll just let you stay hard," she said, picking up her tablet with one hand while caressing me with her other. Every now and then, she would bob her head on my cock, leaving it wet and needy for more. Twenty minutes later, she stood and handed me the spatula. "I love you," she said, giving my cock on more squeeze before kissing my cheeks. "See you in the morning."

Standing in the living room with a needy hard-on, I watched her head to her bedroom, leaving me to my thoughts. As I washed off the spatula, I realized I had been masterfully played. With love and affection, Mom had had fun and shamed me. She had flipped the prank back on me, leaving me excited and confused. How far did I want to take things tomorrow? Still excited, I went to bed without another orgasm as I wrestled with how guilty I should feel.

I awoke the next morning feeling much the same as I had when I went to bed, naked, hard, and feeling very confused. I smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as I went into the bathroom to pee. While I didn't need another shower, I took the time to shave before heading out naked to face the day. I had no idea how to pay back Mom for what she had done to me yesterday. At least my cock wasn't at full mast as I walked into the kitchen for coffee.

"Morning sugar!" Mom sang as soon as I emerged from the corner. "Happy Nude Day!"

Mom sat at the table with her phone and cup of coffee, exactly like any other day. How many mornings had we shared exactly like this? Except it wasn't exactly the same. For one, I was naked and my recently excited cock still hung fat, long, and swaying between my legs. For another, Mom sat naked, too. Her large, soft, Mom-breasts rested high on her chest, supported only by her muscle tone. Her tits weren't as perky as the college girls I grown accustomed to seeing, but they were still full with only a bit of saggage. I immediately noticed the lack of tan lines and how brown her nipples looked. Funny that I never noticed that yesterday, but I had only seen her breasts briefly and mind had been focused on other thoughts.

"Good morning," I muttered, heading straight for the coffeemaker like I had yesterday morning and all the mornings before yesterday. I ignored the thrill my cock experienced, willing myself not to get completely hard.

"Your phone's on the charger," she pointed out. "And I shared all the pictures we took yesterday with my phone."

"Aw, you didn't have to do that," I said, finding it interesting that she would trust me with such damning pictures.

"I couldn't keep them on my phone," she explained. "But I wanted you to have them."

Sitting at the table, I made it a point not to stare at her bare breasts. Instead, I picked up my phone and began scrolling through yesterday's pictures, safely stored in the cloud.

"Is it fun knowing we did all those things?"

"Sure," I said, feeling the pressure of what she was doing. Mom was trying to shame me, trying hard to fill me with guilt for how my little joke had gotten out of hand. "It's not going to work, by the way."

"What's not going to work?" she asked, acting innocent and looking that way, too. Damn, she was good.

"Trying to make me feel guilty about yesterday," I said, catching the tiniest flash of acknowledgment in her eyes before her innocent looking poker face returned.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Mom-guilt," I said, calling her on it again. A hint of a smile tugged at the left corner of her mouth.

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"I think you're very afraid of what might happen today," I said, surer of myself. "Stand up."

"Sure, sugar," she purred. "Like this?"

"No, over here," I said, pointing for her to step around the table so I could see all of her. As if she was a piece of meat, I ran my eyes over her from head-to-toe in much the same way as she had done to me yesterday. "How's it feel?"

"How's what feel?" she asked, tilting her head and still wearing half of an innocent looking smile as she tried to look confused. "Being naked? I like being naked. I hardly ever wear clothes when you're not around."

"As I can see," I said, motioning for her to spin around. Mom didn't have a single tan line as far as the eye could see. Her buns were as tanned as her tits. And, as she mentioned yesterday, she was indeed shaved. "Are you wet?"

"I don't think so," she said.

"I guess there's only one way to find out," I said, reaching out one of my long arms. Caressing her inner thigh, I didn't stop until I reached her smooth pussy. I felt the warmth of her pussy before I parted her lips and squirmed a single finger between them. My eyes never left hers and I'll give her credit. Mom did her best to hold on to her poker face. It wasn't a change in her expression that tipped me off, it was the faint blush that appeared on her cheeks as my finger felt how wet she was. I ran my finger up her slit until I touched the bump of her clit. Mom was very excited and she couldn't hide it. "Have a seat," I said, stirring her coffee with the finger I had just had against her pussy.

Mom sat back down and twisted the handle of her cup in a circle before taking another sip of it. "Doesn't mean anything," she muttered.

"Uh-huh," I said, letting my cock grow as a smile grew on my face. I remembered trying to tell myself the same thing. Being hard hadn't meant a thing, but being excited had, and Mom was definitely excited. I sipped my coffee as I flipped through the pictures on my phone. Seeing the things we had done yesterday no longer felt shaming. That was how she had wanted me to feel and her plan had backfired. Maintaining a false air of normalcy, I did my best to act as if nothing was going on. "What's on your agenda for today? Any chores that need my help?"

She seemed perplexed by the question. "We need to water the garden today," she said. "And I had planned on going to the grocery store for a couple things."

That last part didn't make sense. It was Saturday and Mom hated grocery shopping on Saturdays. Had Mom just lied to me? "What do you need from the grocery? I could go for you."

"More veggies. Maybe something for supper."

Again, her answer didn't match her usual pattern. If Mom needed to go to the store, she would have a list in mind and, ever since I started driving, she would eagerly hand me the list if I volunteered to go in her place. I noticed how she wouldn't hold my gaze, adding to feeling that she was lying.

Scrolling through the rest of the pictures made my cock ache with need. I welcomed the sensation, wanting to be as hard as possible. I could guess Mom had truly enjoyed seeing me hard. Hell, I had photographic evidence of me naked and hard.

"Can I see your phone?" I asked. "Yours has such a better camera than mine." Before taking any pictures, I made sure she'd share them with me.

"Of course, sugar," she said.

Holding the camera in her direction, I snapped off a couple pics of her sitting topless at the table. I knew she was bottomless, too, but the camera didn't show that part. After taking the picture, I clicked on the little thumbnail so I could review it. Quickly, without her seeing, I swiped backward several times and found the other pictures she had taken yesterday still on her phone.

"Where's your shopping list and I'll knock out the shopping before it gets too hot."

"Oh, I haven't written it down yet," she said. Mom was methodical. She never mentioned going shopping unless she had already started a list. "But I can do that now," she added, jumping up and grabbing a pen and paper from the counter. She quickly listed half a dozen things before passing the paper over.

"I'm pretty sure we still have some of this stuff," I said.

"Do we?" she asked, looking unsure of herself. I didn't need any more proof. Mom was still trying to play me. It wasn't working and she could tell I wasn't buying it.

"Uh-huh," I said, smirking at her. I passed her list back to her. "We'll shop tomorrow. Today is my day, isn't it?"

Mom gave me a curt little nod. "That was our arrangement." Her nipples looked very hard and I caught her squirming ever so slightly.

"Payback time," I said, standing and noticing how her eyes moved directly to my hard, swollen cock, following me until I stepped behind her. Reaching over her shoulders, I grabbed her tits, massaging them for a moment before my fingers found her stiff nipples. I tugged upward on them and I lightly pinched and rolled them between my fingers. I heard her gasp. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," she very quietly confessed.

Bending over her shoulder, I placed my chin on her shoulder. Reaching for her phone, I opened the picture gallery. I tapped on the first picture she had taken of me yesterday, bringing it full screen before swiping to the next picture.

I side-swiped, scrolling through her picture library until I reached a couple pictures I had noticed while reviewing them on my phone. These were pictures she had taken while I had remained outside finishing the chairs. "Such a naughty Mommy."

Mom had nothing to say for herself. I moved her hands to her phone and wordless swiped one of her fingers across the screen. She got the idea and began swiping on her own from one damning photograph to another. With my hands free, I returned one to her chest while reaching between her legs with my other hand. Her pussy felt a hundred degrees hotter than the rest of her and there was no way for her to hide how wet she felt.

"You did so many naughty things to me yesterday."

"You said I could," she replied, sounding defiant.

"I did say that and I enjoyed it," I said, kissing her cheek. "And so did you, didn't you?" As she nodded, I felt her squirming against my hand. "What do I get to do today?"

"Anything," she gasped in a breathy whispered.

"Do you mean it?" I asked, slipping a finger deep inside her pussy and feeling a shivering chill running up my spine as I touched Mom so intimately. I felt her cheek rubbing against mine as she nodded. "Do we need a safe word?"

"No," she whimpered.

"Does this feel good?" I asked. She nodded again. I kissed her cheek once more. "Do you want an orgasm?"

"Yes please," she begged.

"I believe you," I assured her. Squatting and lifting with my legs, not my back, I carefully picked up her chair with her sitting in it. She squealed as I moved her no farther than a couple feet away from the table. Grabbing my chair, I spun it around and straddled it backward with my hard cock plainly visible to her between the ladder-like slates across its back. I noticed how her eyes immediately moved to look at my hard cock. Picking up her phone, I aimed the camera at her and started taking a video. "Finish what I started. I want to watch you."

"Are you filming me?" she asked.

"Is that okay or do you want to get dressed?"

"Can I?" she asked, a flicker of hope showing in her eyes.

"If you do, I do," I said, before adding the zinger. "And that would mean I win." Mom's eyes narrowed at that last bit.

Few people realized that I had learned how to be competitive from my Mom. Here was a woman who had gotten pregnant in high school and had still found a way to go to college. As a single Mom, she had still found a way to have a successful career while making sure her athletically gifted son made it to every practice and game. Quitting was never an option for Mom. Neither was losing. I had seen her stand up to men every bit as big as me and backed them down. She could be aggressive, sneaky, or as sweet as her pet name for me. The one thing she couldn't do was lose.

"That wasn't our deal," she said with that never-say-never fire in her eyes.

"Admit it, you tried to break me yesterday, didn't you?"

"Except I didn't break you." She sidestepped admitting it, smiling, and looking every bit the proud parent despite her nudity. Typical Mom. The look didn't last long as she detected the thinly veiled threat in my words. Her eyes narrowed again. "Is that what you're going to try to do to me, today? Are you going to try to break me?" I saw the defiant look in her eyes. Before I could reply, she snorted. "Good luck, sugar. I went easy on you yesterday."

"Oh really?" I asked, delighted. "So eating ass and sucking your son's dick was not a big deal to you?"

"I did much more than eat that ass," she grinned. She noticed my cock throbbing and her grin turned into a big smile. "From the looks of things, you liked it, too."

I blinked hard. "Seriously? You're going to be like this?"

"Bring it," she growled. I'm sure I looked as shocked as I felt. Whatever expression I wore, it only encouraged her. "What do you think you can do to me that I won't like? You might be twice my size and all grown-up, but you're still just a nineteen-year-old punk."

"Mom!"

"That's right, sugar," she said, softening her tone. "I'm your Mom. Your Mommy. How much do you really want to do to me?" That's when she batted her eyes and tried to look innocent.

It might have worked, except for one thing: I had seen her pull that act before. I had seen her get right up in the face of one of my coaches, read him the riot act, and then back down and play the helpless, single Mom card. Mom was masterful at playing head games. She was doing it to me right now.

Sitting across from her, I realized she could be right, there may not be anything I could do to her that would break her. Yesterday had been intense. We had done things together no mother and son should do. What could I do that wouldn't seem tame compared to yesterday? Sure, I could go down on her or fuck her, but so what? She had done both to me yesterday. As good as it might feel to do any of those things to her, would it really move the needle compared to what she had done to me? I couldn't even threaten her with the spatula without it feeling like a callback to something we almost did.

I did the only thing I could do, I bluffed. "So, you're saying I can't break you and no matter what else happens today, you'll go along with it."

Mom nodded. "A deal is a deal."

"Fair enough," I said, stopping the video. I snapped a couple pics of her before getting up and leaning against the counter. "Come on over here," I requested, having her stand next to me as I held up her phone. I had to hold it high and angle it downward to get the picture I wanted, one of us standing naked, side-by-side.

Setting down her phone, I picked her up and placed her on the counter which had the advantage of making her taller. Stepping between her legs, I brushed my hands across her breasts before pulling her tight to my body. My hard cock pressed against her pussy, but only the outside of it. I didn't wiggle or squirm against her. "Happy Nude Day," I told her, kissing her once on the lips before stepping away.

"Happy Nude Day to you, too," she replied, looking confused. I gave her a half-hearted smile before turning away and heading down the hallway. "Where are you going?"

"To get dressed," I said, already halfway to my room. It wasn't a very big house. "You win."

I reached the doorway to my room when Mom bellowed, "Lee Albert Miller! You get back here this very instant!"

Pausing, I considered pulling on a pair of shorts before I returned. Instead, I moved back to the edge of the hall and leaned on the corner. I didn't try to cover my nudity or hide my hard-on. At some point, I would need to take care of that, but I could do that later.

"You're giving up?"

"No, I'm conceding," I said, not sure if there's a big difference between the two. It sounded better than saying, "I quit."

Hopping off the counter, she marched over, grabbed me by the prick as she had done yesterday, and led me back to my chair. Once I sat, I was on eye level with her. Glaring at me, she shook her finger in my face. "What does LOSE mean?"

"Lack Of Sustained Effort," I muttered, reciting one of her favorite phrases. I might not win every at everything I tried, but I was never allowed to L.O.S.E. It was a phrase she had applied as much to my studies as she had to my interest in sports. Glancing past my rapidly deflating erection, I looked at the floor between our feet. Nothing was a buzzkill like losing and getting called out by Mom.

"Then fix it," she said in the same no-nonsense tone I had heard growing up.

"I don't know how," I pouted.

"Figure it out," she insisted, never one to give me an answer unless I had worked at it.

"It's hard!"

"Not anymore," she said, referring to my former hard-on. I snorted. She was right, my hard-on had completely vanished. Pulling me close, she cradled my head against her bosom which felt like a completely different sensation because of her nudity. Just the same, my mind was elsewhere. Mom must have sensed my despair. Caressing the back of my head, she held me tight and gave me my first hint of an answer. "What should we do whenever a problem feels too big for us to solve?"

"Think it through," I said, reciting the answer she had preached throughout my school career.

After kissing the top of my head, she backed away. "I think I'll go water the garden." Naked and free, she walked out the patio doors and began unraveling the hose without a single concern about her nudity.

Still feeling lost, I poured another cup of coffee as I watched Mom standing naked in our backyard with the hose in her hand. She was right, of course. Giving up never solved a problem, but that affirmation felt hollow to me as I stood naked indoors and watched her.

"Okay, Lee," I said out loud. "You might not know how to win, but what do you know?" I started a mental list of things I knew. For one, Mom apparently liked being naked. Her lack of tan lines made that obvious. That answer felt too easy, but it was a start. What else did I know? She seemed to like butt play. Hell, she had done that enough to me yesterday, hadn't she? Was there something else? Picking up my coffee cup, I read the affirmation printed on its side in bold, Try new things!

The affirmation felt like an epiphany to me. Yesterday, I had given Mom permission to try new things and she had taken full advantage of it. She had teased, tortured, and humiliated me, all the while knowing I would have my chance at payback. Yes, I could have stopped her at any point, but she could have stopped, too. Instead, she had kept going, doing things to me no else had ever done.

After watering the garden, Mom rolled up the hose and came back inside. After half an hour in the morning sun, her skin glowed. "Fuck you are beautiful," I said from where I sat at the table. "Come over here."

Smiling, she stepped right up to me. Opening my legs, I pulled her close and immediately began sucking on her nipples. I traded one mouthful of a nipple for another, enjoying how long her fat, brown nipples grew. My cock throbbed from the thrill. Reaching between her legs, I cradled her wet pussy and began rubbing her clit. Mom watched me without saying a word. I went back to sucking and munching on her nipples until I felt her orgasm.

"That's one," I said.

"Felt good," she said, looking flushed.

"Not as good as this going to feel," I said, patting the table. "Have a seat."

"Up there?" she asked, carefully hopping up on the table.

"Perfect," I said, moving between her tanned thighs. "Now lay back, I'm going to be a while."

Without a word, Mom laid on her back as I bent my head for my first proper taste of her pussy. Before I tasted it, I admired how her pussy lips glistened from her recent orgasm. I lapped on both sides of her slit before parting her lips and pressing tongue directly against the nub of her swollen clit. "Oh God!" she cried out as I swirled my tongue.

Quickly bringing her to another orgasm, I looked up from between her legs and smiled at her. I'm sure my cheeks were wet from pussy. "That's two," I announced before bending to do the same thing to her again. Seeing my Mom's naked body stretched out in front of me felt surreal. She whimpered and cooed as I ate her pussy, giving me all the feedback I needed to make it good for her. It didn't take long before she cried out again as her body contracted with pleasure.

"Three," I announced, diving back in for more. Sensing she might be getting sensitive, I altered my approach. Instead of licking directly at her clit, I licked around it. I felt her squirming, trying to follow my tongue and get beneath it. Instead, I kept my tongue to either side of her clit while grabbing her breasts. Trapping her nipples between a finger and thumb, I pinched hard while pulling upwards on them, twisting ever so slightly right and left.

"Oh fuck!" Mom cried out and she came again.

"Four," I said, releasing her nipples. Fishing my right hand beneath my chin, I slipped my middle and ring finger inside her pussy with my palm facing upwards. Holding her pussy lips open with my left hand, I gently blew across her clitoris. Mom moaned and I did it again before lapping once on the stiff nub. I followed that with just my fingers against the inside of her pussy, one more lick, and then I blew across her clit again. "This is all you're getting until you get off."

"Yes," she panted, rocking on the table and making it wiggle. I licked her clit once more and she gasped as another orgasm rocked her world.

"Five," I announced, changing things up once more. This time, I pushed one of her legs towards her chest to expose her brown little asshole to my tongue while I stroked her clit with the thumb of my left hand. She came as soon as I got started lick her ass. "Six."

"No more," she whimpered.

"Two more," I said, running my slippery thumb across her equally slippery butt. I slipped my thumb up her ass while licking at her clit and her orgasm happened nearly instantaneously. "One more," I said, leaving my finger in her ass while adding two fingers back inside her pussy. Once more, a single brush against her clit was all she needed.Sitting up, I grabbed at her hands and pulled her upright, too. She moved like a ragdoll at first. I waited until she was looking at me. It seemed to take her eyes a moment to focus. She was breathing heavy and a light sheen of perspiration coated her skin. As her eyes focused, she found a faint smile. "No one has ever done that to me."

"Your son has," I pointed out, watching her blush with the realization.

She regained her composure and eyed my hard cock while asking, "You've done that before?"

"Something close," I shrugged without trying to explain my relationship with Sophie or the things I've learned while dating her. "And now I've done it to you."

"You're leaking," she pointed out. I had been so into eating her pussy, I hadn't noticed what it had done to my thrill. A thin line of clear pre-cum dripped down the length of my cock. Scooping it up, I fed it to Mom. "Can I help you with that?"

"Not yet," I said, enjoying the attention. I made my cock throb a couple of times for her. "You want this, don't you?"

Licking her lips, she nodded before giving me a pensive look. "That's really wrong, isn't it?"

"Is it?" I asked. "You had fun yesterday, didn't you?"

"Did you?"

Smiling, I nodded. "But now you're afraid that you liked it too much, aren't you?"

"Aren't you?" Mom asked.

"A little," I agreed, caressing her bare chest. God, she was so beautiful. "I still can't believe you're really naked."

She caressed my pecs. "I can't believe you spent the day naked and let me do all the stuff to you."

"Can I really do anything I want?"

"I want you to," she said, hopping off the table and into my arms. "After yesterday, I need you to." She kissed my lips. "The worse the better." She kissed me again. "Use me, Lee."

"What if I go too far?"

"What if?" she asked, pressing her breasts against me as she kissed once more. "I'll still be your Mom and that makes all of this wrong. Let's see how wrong we can be."

"I want to make love to you," I gasped, holding the back of her head in my hand and pressing our lips together again. I tried pushing my tongue inside her mouth, but she wouldn't let me. It took me a moment to realize she was hitting my shoulders.

"Stop it," she gasped. When I let go, she staggered half a step backward. "We can't kiss, not like that."

"Why not?"

"Because that's too far."

I felt as if she had stabbed me in the heart. "Oh, it's okay for me to eat your pussy but not to kiss you?"

"Not like that," she said, caressing the side of my face with her tiny hand. "I love you, Shoog, but we can't be lovers. Not real lovers. We can do anything you want except kiss like lovers."

"Or fuck like them, right?"

Still cradling my face, she nodded. "I'm your Mom, not your lover. You understand that, don't you?" Even if I did understand, I didn't like hearing it. I hung my head, ashamed and confused. "What would Sophie think if you left her for me? That's what it means to be lovers, right?"

Slowly, her words sunk in. "For whatever it's worth, I'm not so sure Sophie and I even a thing anymore. I haven't heard from her in a couple days."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," she said, pulling me close and hugging me to her chest. This time, I took advantage of how she held me. Wiggling my head inside her hug, I sucked one of her fat nipples inside my mouth and began nursing on it. "What are you doing?"

"Sucking on your titty," I said, flashing her a grin. "I mean, you damn near put it right in my mouth."

"What about Sophie?"

"Fuck Sophie. If she wants to give up this cock, I'll find someone new."

Mom held my gaze for a long time, studying my face to make sure I was telling the truth. If anyone could see through me, it was her. "Fuck Sophie," she grinned.

"Fuck everyone," I laughed, standing, grabbing her and spinning around at the same time until she sat in my chair. "You suck dick better than her, anyway."

"Oh really?" she asked, pulling on my hard-on. "Is that what you want Mommy to do? Do you want Mommy to suck your dick?"

"I want you to eat my cum," I said, brushing away her weird third person talk. "Suck my cock, Mom. Suck it like you want it more than anything else in the world."

"I do," she said right before she opened her mouth and drew as much of cock between her lips as she could. She pulled away to gasp "Fuck, you're big," and then she took another big mouthful of it.

"Play with yourself," I said, grabbing at her titties and her hand immediately moved between her legs. As she sucked, I tugged and pulled on her long, fat nipples. The more I squeezed her nipples, the more excited she got and so did I.

At the last moment, right before I came, I pulled back and grabbed my prick. Giving myself the last few strokes I needed, I shot my cum on Mom's face. The first spurt struck her forehead. The second one pasted her nose. The third and fourth spurt landing on her lips, her chin, and the last few droplets landed on her titties.

"You look like a porn star," I chuckled, snatching up her phone and take several pictures of her coated in my cum.

"You make me feel like one," she said, smiling for the camera.

"Good," I said, pulling her out of the chair and pushing her against the table until she was half laying on it. Dropping to my knees, I pushed open her bubble butt asscheeks and buried my tongue deep inside her puckered butt. Thumbing her clit, I didn't stop until she came one more time. Using Mom as a fuck toy felt damn good, even if I hadn't fucked her yet.

"Can I clean up?" she asked, pushing herself upright again. My semen had dripped across her face, following the curves in rivulets. I nodded, slapping her ass as she scampered down the hallway to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she re-appeared with her face freshly scrubbed and smiling. Trailing her hand across my broad shoulders, she sauntered to her chair, sat down, and crossed her legs like a lady. "Having fun?"

"Are you?" I asked, satisfied for the moment.

"Yes," she beamed. Rightfully guessing I might want some time before I was ready to go again, she picked up her phone and started one of her games while I grabbed a very late bowl of cereal. Reaching one of my long arms across the table, I caressed her bare breast. It felt funny seeing my Mom sitting naked. Rather than stop me, Mom only smiled and kept playing her game.

"You cum a lot," I mused, noticing how her nipple had grown hard beneath my touch.

"So do you," she grinned.

"No, I mean, you can have a lot of orgasms. How many do you think you had yesterday?" I asked.

Shrugging, she said she didn't count. "Sometimes I'll go a day or two without an orgasm, but then it catches up to me and I want as many as possible. Most of them are smallish. I knew a girl in college who could have multiple orgasms. I can't do that, not all at once like she did, but I can have lots of them in a row."

"How long did you date?" I asked, intrigued that Mom had ever been with another girl.

Blushing, she burst out laughing. "Oh God, it wasn't like that. We didn't date, we just liked having sex together."

"Sort of like us, then?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she said, looking very happy as she considered it. "You know, it's a lot like that. We were best friends. We did everything together, including, well, you know."

"Having orgasms together," I offered.

"Yes," she agreed, still mulling it over. "You know, that's really a good analogy! I loved Kirstie, I still do, even after we stopped having sex together. We still talk all the time."

"Wait, I know her," I said, placing the name of Mom's friend who lived hundreds of miles away, too far away for them to see each other.

Mom looked over my shoulder for a moment before turning her attention back to me. "Kirstie and I lived together for a summer, a very hot summer. God, there was so much sex!" She giggled while shaking her head in disbelief. "Such a good time."

Her happy smile felt contagious as I carried my empty bowl to the sink. Returning to the table, I noticed how Mom stared directly at my half-hard cock. Caressing myself, I waved it around. "You like seeing this, don't you?"

"I do," she admitted.

"I like seeing you naked, too," I said, holding out my hand and inviting her to stand up. "It feels funny because it feels so wrong."

"Yes, it does." Reaching out, she caressed my cock, changing it from being half-hard to fully hard. "What are you going to do to me now?"

"Good question," I said, playing with her chest. "I still owe you, don't I?" Wearing a shy little smile, she nodded. "Come with me," I said, taking her hand and pulling her into the living room. Sitting in her chair, I had her bend over and put her hands on the coffee table, exposing her backside to me. I ran a finger between her pussy lips. It came away wet.

Grabbing her ass, I massaged her backside while admiring her most intimate parts and remembering how she had put me on display yesterday. On a whim, I swatted her upturned butt. "Oh!" she yelped. As I rubbed away the pink handprint my fingers had made, I felt her wiggling her ass at me.

I swatted the other side and watched as she kept wiggling. Interestingly, it seemed as if she liked that. Without asking, I spanked her left cheek a second time creating two pink handprints before caressing between her legs once more. Mom's pussy felt wetter and hotter than before. "Do you like that?" I asked, swatting her right cheek again. Mom made a sound that didn't quite sound like a yes or a no. "I asked you a question," I said, layering one more spank on her left side.

"It stings," she said, but the tone of her voice felt wrong. She sounded too breathy as if trying not to moan.

"But you like it, don't you?" I asked, giving her another swat on each cheek.

"Yes," she whimpered, nearly dancing with all the ass swaying she was doing.

"How hard?" I asked, standing alongside her.

"Hard," she gasped.

Winding up, I gave her the hardest, loudest spank yet. Mom gave out a sharp cry, but she didn't ask me to stop. Aiming for her other cheek, I did the same thing and Mom moaned. Thinking about how she had treated my nipples and her own, I reached beneath her and roughly tugged on one of hers. As she groaned again, I finally put it together. "You like it rough, don't you?"

"Yes," she confessed, looking over her shoulder at me. Her face was beet red with embarrassment.

"How rough?" I asked, tugging on her other nipple.

"Use me," she begged. As a single tear leaked from the corner of her eye, she flashed me a tentative smile before wiping away. "I'm serious, I can take it."

"Go get the spatula," I said, staring at her still pink buttocks as she quickly scampered to into the kitchen and returned with the handle held in her mouth and her hands clasped behind her back. I saw the excitement burning in her eyes along with how she poked her breasts at me. Gripping one of her excited brown nipples, I pulled up on it and pinched hard until she blinked. Keeping hold of her nipple, I cupped her wet pussy and rubbed. Mom felt wetter than ever. I didn't stop pulling her nipple or rubbing her pussy until I saw her quiver with an orgasm. It did not take long. Releasing her nipple, I licked away the sting, lightly blowing on the sore looking tit to cool it down. Looking at Mom, I saw a familiar expression on her face that had become familiar looking yesterday and today. Mom looked like she was in heat.

Taking the spatula from her mouth, I had her bend over again. Her ass had returned to its natural golden tanned color. With a series of quick swats, I went about changing that. The rubber kitchen tool made a rapid-fire clapping sound as I covered her asscheeks with a series of slightly overlapping swats until I had turned both cheeks an even color of bright pink. As I worked, Mom alternated between whimpering and moaning. Like before, she kept waving her ass around making the placement of each swat more challenging.

I sat down behind her and stared at her ass while caressing my cock. Her squirming slowed but didn't stop. I spied her pussy, noticing how wet she looked. Glancing at the end table, I saw the dildo we had used last night. Picking it up, I slipped it inside her pussy. Gasping, Mom pushed back against it. "Oh, so you're too good to fuck me, but not too good to fuck a toy?"

"I never said we couldn't fuck," she moaned. "I said we couldn't make love."

I thought about the difference. "Fair enough," I acknowledged. Watching her fucking that toy made my cock ache with need. I welcomed the aching need, using the frustrating thrill as motivation. Being nasty is easier when you're horny as hell. Picking up the spatula, I gave her bottom a couple more swats until she came again. Leaning over, I kissed her ass, caressing and soothing it. "Looks like it hurts."

"Hurts so good," she purred. I put the toy down in front of her, standing it up on its base and watched her sucking it clean without being told.

Reaching between her legs, I pinched her clit between my finger and thumb, not hard. I couldn't manage hard. She was too wet and slippery. Instead, I sort of rolled it around until she came again. That next orgasm made her knees quiver and buckle but she somehow maintained her position. "Getting sore?"

"I'm okay," she said, wiggling around a bit more.

"Good," I said, getting up and leaving her like that. I went no farther than the kitchen for a glass of water. Scooping up her phone, I returned and took a couple pictures of her. As I sipped my water, I thought of two reasons why she had been so rough on me yesterday. First, she clearly liked it rough. Second, she had hoped to trigger this sort of play in me. "Think we should reconsider the idea of a safe word?"

"That's for slaves, I'm not a slave," she said, looking over her shoulder at me. "I'm a slut, but not a slave."

"A pain slut?"

"Maybe a lightweight one." Without asking, she turned and very gingerly sat on the table. "I like having my limits tested."

Thinking about the motto written on my coffee cup, I smiled. She picked up the spatula and lightly swatted at one of her tits before frowning. "Doesn't feel quite the same, does it?"

"It's sort of like trying to tickle yourself. Someone else can do it to you, but you can't do it to yourself."

Moving close to her, I fed her my cock. Without hesitation, she began sucking on it. "Play with yourself," I said, still sipping my water even as I reached down to pull on one of her nipples. "Just so you know, later I'm going to pee on you." Her eyes went wide and she came. "Seriously?" I asked, pulling away, amazed at how easily her orgasm had been triggered.

"I've never done that."

"I know, you said as much last night."

Mom eyed my hard cock. "Can I finish sucking you off?"

"Not yet," I said, finishing my water and returning the glass to the kitchen. She followed me.

"Why not?" she asked, wrapping her arms around me and caressing my cock and balls as I stood in front of the sink.

"I'm saving myself," I said, refilling my glass and drinking some more. I brushed her hands away before she got me too excited. "Besides, I like being hard around you."

"I like it, too," she cooed, hugging me and kissing my back. I felt very aware of her breasts pressing against me and I began to change my mind about waiting for another orgasm.

Turning inside her arms, I faced her. "You ever been titty-fucked?"

"No, but we can almost do that standing up," she laughed, pressing her tits around the head of my cock.

"Let's try it," I decided, following her back to the living room and its carpeted floors. Along the way, I snatched suntan lotion from the counter where she had left it.

Mom laid on the rug, pressing her Mom breasts together to form a trough for the lotion. Kneeling over her, I placed my hard cock between her tits while she sandwiched them together. On all fours, I began rocking back and forth. "How's it feel?"

"Actually, pretty good," I said, hanging my head down so I could watch.

"Does this make it better?" Mom asked, holding her tits around my cock with one hand while collecting a bit of lotion on the fingers of her other hand. Reaching behind me, she began rubbing my asshole.

"Do it," I gasped as her fingers slipped across my butthole. "Fuck my ass, Mom."

"God, it's so wrong hearing you say that," she said, tilting her head back to look at me upside-down and smiling. I felt a finger slipping inside my ass and I smiled back. That made everything feel even better. Mom squirmed beneath me, squeezing her thighs together as if she had to pee. Without asking, I knew she felt as turned on as I did.

"Fuck me, Mom," I gasped, moving faster. "Almost there."

Mom looked down at my cock sliding between her tits just in time for my orgasm. I gleefully shot my white, creamy cum, splashing her chin before coating her neck. I didn't stop rocking back and forth until my last spasm had been spent. Pulling away, I quickly snatched up her phone again.

"I gave you a pearl necklace," I laughed, taking a couple pictures of the mess I had made before holding the camera for her to see.

"I'm a mess," she said, rubbing my cum across her breasts and adding it to the lotion.

"I can fix that," I said, extending a hand to her, helping her up. Keeping hold of her hand, I led her outside into the bright sun of the afternoon. "Kneel," I said, standing in front of her in the grass. She looked confused. "Did you forget what I said I was going to do to you?"

"I've got to go, too," she said.

"Then do it," I said, watching as she peed in the grass. When she was done, I waved my cock at her. "Open your mouth."

"You're not going to pee in mouth, are you?"

"I am," I said, releasing my flow and aiming it directly at her face and especially her mouth. Mom opened her mouth, choked a bit, and quickly spit it out. Once my stream started, I couldn't stop it. I had to go worse than I thought. I directed the rest of it at her neck and chest, watching as the combination of my semen and the suntan lotion ran down her near perfect body. As I peed, Mom fingered herself.

"That's officially the nastiest thing I've ever done," she gasped after another orgasm. She was coated in pee from her hair down. She wiped some away from her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't know how people drink it."

"Guess it's an acquired taste," I said, laughing at her expression. "So, I guess this isn't something you want to do again?"

"Probably not," she said, standing up and heading for the garden hose. She ran it for a moment before aiming at herself. The water inside that hose could get dangerously hot on a day like today. After literally hosing herself down, she sprayed it at me, too.

"Hey! What did I do!"

"You peed on your Mom!" she laughed, chasing me around the yard with the spray.

"I'm going to do worse than that if you don't cut it out."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she said, turning off the hose and putting it away. Naked and dripping wet, we ran back into the cool air of the house laughing and giggling. Both of us had the same destination in mind, the shower. Beneath the warmer spray of water, we took turns soaping each other.

"I love you," I said, kissing her lips without trying to kiss her too deeply.

"I love you, too," she said, biting my bottom lip before pulling away. Feeling her hands roaming my soapy body felt good. She gave my cock, balls, and ass a lot of extra attention. I did the same with her private parts.

Clean and dry, we hung up our towels in their usual spots. As I followed her out of the bathroom, I gave her ass a playful swat, leaving behind a pink handprint. "Show me your toys," I said.

"What toys?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at me. "Oh, THOSE toys," she said, blushing with the realization that I was talking about her sex toys. Her face turned into a pout. "Do I have to?"

"You do if you want to get spanked again," I said, laughing at the absurdity of that statement.

"But a girl's toys are like their most private things."

"Really Mom?" I asked. "Don't you think we've moved past that?"

Still blushing, she sighed, nodded, and led me into her bedroom. I'm not sure why, but standing naked in her bedroom felt very strange, more intimate in a way I wasn't expecting. Unlike my room, Mom's bedroom had changed little through the years. At least the posters on the walls in my bedroom had changed. For Mom, she still used the same rose-colored comforter as always. Surely she had changed comforters through the years, but if she had, she had always replaced it with one of roughly the same color. Her room smelled sweet like she always did.

"Do I have to show them all to you?" she asked, standing by her nightstand.

"If you want to get spanked again, you do," I said, too far off my game to find the sentence as funny as before. Her curtains were the same color of rose as her comforter. A free-standing, full-length mirror stood in the corner near her closet. She loved that antique mirror. Against one wall stood her dresser filled with pictures of her and me through the years. I felt like an intruder standing inside her inner-sactorium. I guess I was.

Opening the drawer of her nightstand, she began fishing out her array of sex toys. She laid them out on her bed. "Now, I don't really use all of these," she said, lining them up. There was a vibrating egg attached to a cord followed by a skinny, bullet-shaped vibrator. She had a dildo that included two fake dicks running parallel to each other with a fatter one on top and a skinnier one just below it. Without asking, I could guess how that one worked, one for each hole.

Next to those, she laid out a long, white vibrator made of rigid plastic. "What kind of batteries does that one take?"

"D-sized," she said, twisting the end and turning it one. It made a very loud buzzing noise. "I was always afraid to use this one when you were home because it's so loud, but it feels so good."

"Show me," I said. She blinked hard before positioning it between her legs. "Is that how you use it? Just on the outside?"

"Sometimes I put it inside of me," she said, working it inside her pussy. "But I like how it feels on my clit." She was still blushing, nearly turning the same color as her comforter, but I could see the thrill in her eyes, too. Remaining silent, I watched until she got off again.

"Is that all of them?"

"No," she said, pulling out a long, thick, two-headed dildo next and placing it on the bed.

"Do you still have a girlfriend?"

"No, I like its length and girth," she said, handing it to me. "It's got some heft, too." I weighed the toy, surprised that it felt as heavy as it did before passing it back. "And who knows? Maybe I'll find a girlfriend one day."

"Would you like that?"

"Sometimes, I miss it," she said, setting the toy on her bed.

"Is that all of them?"

"Not quite," she said, as her deep blush returned in all of its glory before she pulled out the rest. The first was a butt plug, followed by a Ziploc bag holding several clothespins. I wasn't sure which surprised me the most.

"Oh, this is good," I chuckled, picking up both. "I think we need to play with these right now.

Mom followed me out of her bedroom. "Can I eat some lunch, first? I haven't eaten all day."

"You'll ruin your dinner," I said, pointing out the time.

"Just a cup of yogurt or something?"

"Sure," I said, heading into the kitchen. "But first, we need to do something." Pulling out two clothespins, I attached one to each nipple. Mom winced but accepted them. "Grab some yogurt and I'll feed it to you." After she moved to sit at the table, I excused myself, darting into the living room for the tube of lube. "We almost forgot something," I said, standing her up and leaning her across the table. After lubing up her ass, I gently inserted her butt plug. Afterward, just for good measure, I gave each cheek of her ass a quick swat. "There, now you can eat."

Carefully, Mom sat back down as I peeled the top from the cup of yogurt. Dipping my prick into the cup, I allowed her to lick it clean. Again and again, we repeated the process until the cup was empty and I was rock hard once more.

"Feel better?" I asked. She nodded, looking very much in need of another orgasm. Kneeling in front of her, I pulled out four more clothespins from the Ziploc bag. I applied two to either side of her slit. "How about now?"

"It stings," she gasped.

"Too much?"

"No."

"Good. Now, why don't you bring me a vibrator."

Her eyes went wide as she opened her mouth as if to speak but then changed her mind. Walking bowlegged and very carefully, she worked her way down the hallway, into her room, and back again carrying the skinny, bullet-shaped vibrator that was not much longer than a penlight.

I directed her to the living room, inviting her to lay on the carpet before I straddled her head as if we were going to sixty-nine each other. My torso was way too long for us to accomplish that nor was it what I had intended, either. Instead, I lowered my backside downward. "Eat my ass," I said while turning on the penlight sized vibrator. I held the buzzing end directly on her clit and kept it there until she came twice in a row. One-by-one, I undid the clothespins from her pussy and then her tits. "You doing okay?"

"Yes," she sighed, looking up at me with glistening eyes.

"Do we need to take out the butt plug, too?"

"I think I'm okay leaving it in for a while longer," she said with a small smile.

"Good," I replied, moving back to her easy chair and waiting for her to join me. Handing her the small vibrator, I instructed her to lay across my knees. "Keep that toy on your clit," I said before spanking her upturned ass.

"Ouch!" she squealed.

"Too hard?" I asked, rubbing away the bright red handprint.

"No," she whispered and I did it again on the other cheek. The open-handed spanking was louder than it was hard and despite her constantly wiggling, I was able to work with better aim. I coated her ass from the top curve to where her ass changed into thigh, turning her entire ass red as she rode her vibrator and had one orgasm after another. By the time I decided we were done, she was openly sobbing and cumming at the same time and her ass had turned bright red.

"I think that's enough," I said, rolling her off my lap. She caught herself before falling on her ass.

"That hurt like hell," she said, rubbing her backside.

"Too much?"

"Almost," she winced, reaching behind herself to remove the toy before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

When she came back, I was surprised to see her ass still glowed red. "I might need to kiss that to make it all better," I smirked, taking several pictures. It looked like she had somehow sunburned her ass and nothing else.

"Maybe you should."

"Or maybe I should put these back on," I said, picking up a clothespin from the table and snapping it at her.

Mom covered both of her nipples. "I'm too tender."

"I'm not sure I care," I said, experimenting with closing it around a finger. It hurt surprisingly more than I expected. "Do you actually use these when you play with yourself?"

"I have," she confessed. "Not often, though."

"I can see why," I said, putting it down. "What about that big dildo you have? The two-headed one. What do you like to do with that?"

"Fuck myself," she said, leaning against the counter and eyeing my hard-on. It took me a moment to realize her backside might be too sore for her to sit comfortably.

"Just your pussy?"

Mom hesitated before looking down at her feet. "Usually."

"No way!" I said, jumping up to fetch it. "That thing is as big as me." After running into her room, I picked up the big, heavy dildo and did a quick size comparison. Just as I had thought, the toy and I had roughly the same girth. Carrying it back to where she stood against the counter, I showed her.

"Who knew?" she said, looking as surprised as me. Looking up at my face, she started shaking her head. "You are not putting that monster up my ass."

"Are you sure?" I asked, holding it close to my cock again. "What's the difference?"

"Lee!" she cried out, but she also squirmed.

"You did it to me last night."

"And you loved it," she said through narrow slit eyes.

"And you're going to love the real thing," I shot back, pulling her away from the counter and back over the table. Licking a finger, I poked it directly up her butt with no resistance. "Tell me you want it."

"No," she whimpered.

"Tell me or you're making supper while wearing all those clothespins."

"You fucker," she growled. "You would make me do that, wouldn't you?"

Picking up the lube, I greased her ass and placed two fingers inside of her. A soft moan escaped her lips. Lubing up the tip of the dildo, I handed it to her. "Why don't you show me how you like to use this."

"I thought you were going to do it," she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"I'm not sure if I want the first time I fuck my Mom to be up her ass."

"I do," she said, setting the toy on the table and reaching backward for me. "I deserve it after everything I did to you yesterday."

"If you're sure," I said, moving closer and already lubing my cock.

"Fuck me," she moaned, pulling open her still pink asscheeks for me.

Since the beginning of my little prank, my Mom and I had done quite a few things and I had learned quite a bit about her. The big one was learning that she liked it rough. That one had really surprised me, more than her eating my ass for the first time or fucking me up the ass with one of her toys. With that said, seeing my Mom pulling open her asshole and begging me to fuck her rocked me. My hot cock throbbed in my hand as I moved closer, gently playing its head against her puckered opening. "Are sure you want to do this?"

"Fuck me," she moaned again. "Fuck my tight little ass."

"Okay," I said, slowly applying more pressure as I felt her ass beginning to open to me. "Let me know if it's too much." When she didn't say a word, I pressed harder, feeling her slowly expanding until my head popped inside as if I was popping a cherry. I instantly froze.

"So big," she groaned and I noticed one hand had left her ass and how she was twisting one of her nipples. Was she doing that to distract from the pain of my big cock in her ass?

Moving very slowly, I inched my way deeper until I was sure I was planted inside of her. I eased back a bit and then pressed forward again. Her ass felt remarkably tight and warm. The lubricant did a good job at easing the way. I listened to her pant for a moment. "Okay?" She nodded and I pressed a bit deeper. Pausing, I waited until I stopped throbbing before backing off. "Still?"

"Yes," she whispered in a hoarse sound voice.

Gaining confidence that I wasn't hurting her, I began slowly fucking her. My actions made the entire table rock and she rocked with it. I didn't try to bury myself inside her ass. I knew my cock was too long and too fat for that. Instead, I worked about half of it in and out of her. The longer I fucked her, the better it began feeling for both of us. I felt my excitement welling up in my balls as she began to moan.

"Fuck me," she cooed. "Fuck Mommy's ass."

"God, this is so wrong," I said without stopping. I'm not too sure I could have stopped short of her asking me to stop. My orgasm was approaching rapidly and I picked up the pace. "Oh fuck," I growled, nearing the point of no return.

"Spank me," she begged. "Hard!"

Winding up, I slapped her already tender ass with my open hand at the same time I pushed as deep as I dared. That was enough for her. Mom cried out with joy and I felt her asshole trying to clamp down around the intrusion of my hard, throbbing cock. That became too much for me and I exploded inside her ass. I came hard, fighting the urge to thrust deeper and teasing myself into cumming even harder. My cries joined Mom's until we were both spent. Pulling out, I collapsed on her back and started kissing her cheeks and neck. "I love you," I whispered between each. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you," she whispered back, clamping a hand around my neck and holding on to me. Finally, she changed from echoing my "I love you's" to something different. "Will you get off me now?"

"Oh snap, sure," I said, not even considering how I had been holding her in that position.

"Thank you," she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she called back. "Just cleaning up is all."

"Okay," I said, heading to the kitchen sink to do the same thing. With my height and the dish spray arm, it was easy. I realized Mom might be a little longer taking care of her business. I went into the living room and turned on Netflix. A while later, she joined me on the couch, snuggling up next to me. "You okay?"

"Mm, better than okay," she purred. "That felt amazing. Thank you."

"Good," I said, putting my arm around her and holding her close to me. The fact that we were both nude made it feel even better. Together, we watched one of our favorite movies, "Galaxy Quest."

After the movie, we made dinner together and I realized it was beginning to feel very normal being naked around Mom and having her naked around me. Over dinner, I asked how her nipples and ass felt. "Better," she said, carefully tweaking a nipple to check. "At least now I can sit," I asked how she came to learn that she liked it rough. She shrugged. "Had a boyfriend who would spank me and I liked it." There wasn't much more to the story. She asked about Sophie.

"Oh, I heard from her while you were in the bathroom," I said. "She had gone camping with her folks and didn't have reception."

"Good, I like her."

"I like her, too," I said. "You know she's gay, right?"

Mom nearly choked salad. "How can she be gay dating you?"

"I guess she likes well-hung men, otherwise, it's all pussy for her."

"Black and gay. Damn, your grandfather will freak the fuck out."

After dinner, we did the dishes together before testing the Adirondack chairs. They both felt dry from two days in the sun and heat. Pulling them back on the patio, we sat listening to the crickets while watching the fireflies slowly rise from the grass to the treetops.

Mom snaked her hand beneath the arm of both chairs and into my lap, giving my cock a playful squeeze. "Is it okay if I do this?"

"Of course it is," I said as my cock began rising to the potential left in the day. "You didn't think we were done yet, did you?"

"I wasn't sure if you wanted more."

"We haven't fucked yet. Not fucked for real."

Mom eyed me for a moment, still holding my dick. "Is that something you really think we should risk?"

"You said it was okay for us to fuck as long as we didn't make love."

"You're right, I did," she admitted, staring out at the garden.

"Gotta pee," I said, pulling her hand away.

"Can I hold it again?" she asked, getting up with me.

"Sure," I said, moving no farther away than the edge of the patio. After I finished, she surprised me by bending over and licking the tip of my prick clean. "I thought you said you didn't like the taste of that."

"Doesn't hurt to try new things more than once, does it?"

"If you need to pee, I'll lick you clean."

"Deal," she said, pulling open her pussy lips, bending her knees, and arching her pelvis so she could pee without squatting.

"Who knew a chick could pee standing up!"

"Just one of my many talents," she grinned, pulling me back inside the house. Climbing up on the table, she opened her legs for me.

When I bent to start licking her pussy, a warm splash suddenly struck me in the face. "What the hell?" I cried out, pulling back.

"Oops, guess I had a little more in me," Mom said, laughing like hell.

"Oh, you little bitch," I said, grabbing her beneath the knee and pushing her leg up until she was curled into a ball. With her ass exposed, I began spanking her until she stopped laughing. Then I buried my face against her exposed pussy and ate her out just the same. The acrid taste of piss was quickly replaced with the much more alluring taste of her pussy juices. I quickly brought her to an orgasm and refused to stop until she had two more.

Still struggling to catch her breath, she smiled up at me. "Did your girlfriend teach you to be that good at eating pussy?"

"She did," I said, diving back down to get her off again. Before she went limp, I stopped and pulled her to me. "Enough of this," I said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. "It's time we fuck." Grabbing hold of her, I stood and carried her to the bedroom while she clung to me like koala. We pushed her toys aside and I crawled on top of her, pushing her legs apart and already pressing my rigid cockhead against her pussy lips. "I wonder if you're as tight here as your backside."

"Lee, wait," she said, holding a hand to my chest. "Before you do this, let's be absolutely sure you want to."

"I'm sure," I said, staring into her eyes. "Are you?"

There was a long pause as she stared back at me. For a moment, from the way her eyes kept searching mine, I became convinced that she was trying to find a way to tell me she didn't want to fuck. "Yes," she said at last, leaning up and kissing my lips. Holding on to my cock, I guided it between Mom's pussy lips and buried myself deep inside of her. "Oh God!" she cried out.

"Yes!" I crowed, filled with joy and pleasure having her hot, wet pussy wrapped around my hard, throbbing cock. For a moment, I didn't even thrust. For a moment, I just laid on top of her and enjoyed the sensation. Deep in her belly, my cock throbbed against her insides while her pussy fluttered and spasmed around my hard prick. Pulling away, I began fucking her.

If you've never had both, I'll tell you straight up that pussy doesn't feel a thing like an ass or vice versa. Both are unique experiences. A pussy has more pliability. Even if you're big like me, you can attack a pussy with greater feeling, especially after you feel her open up to you. That was how it felt from my first thrust. Mom's pussy welcomed my cock, drawing me in deeply. I felt her arms around my neck, her legs wrapping around my thighs, and I fucked her deep. Again and again, I rose and fell, delighting both of us. After two days filled with orgasms, I felt in control of myself for the longest time.

"Oh fuck," Mom cried out, clutching me tighter. "I'm going to cum."

"Do it," I said, meeting her orgasm with the same steady rhythm that had created it in the first place.

"Now you do it," she begged, rocking with me. "Cum with me, Lee. Cum with Mommy." My control lasted until she reached between us and grabbed hold of my balls. "Do it," she pleaded with that wild, insatiable fire burning in her eyes. "Cum inside me!"

Losing control of myself, I clutched Mom's head in my big hands and pressed my lips against hers. Half a second before my orgasm began, I felt Mom's lips part and my tongue automatically pressed inside her mouth. As my orgasm erupted from deep inside of me to deep inside of her, we kissed like lovers with our tongues entwined. My orgasm emptied my seed deep inside her womb and my heart deep inside of her heart. We kissed and kissed until long after our spasms had ended.

"I love you," I said, finally rolling off of her so she could breathe with my weight on top of her.

"I love you, too," she said, gripping my spent prick and giving it a squeeze. When I pulled her close, she rested her head on my chest and I held her tight. "Happy Nude Day," she whispered.

"Happy Nude Day to you, too," I whispered back right before we both fell asleep, forever changed.

In the morning, I awoke to an empty bed. It felt strange and foreign waking up nude in Mom's bed. Getting up, I noticed her toys were gone from wherever they had fallen to the floor. I pulled the sheets and comforter back into place, remaking her bed for her before visiting the bathroom. From the hallway, I smelled coffee.

Visiting the bathroom. I took care of my morning business before heading to the kitchen. I paused on the doorway to my room. Should I get dressed? Instead, I fondled my cock, encouraging it to finish growing hard. With my cock leading the way, I stepped out of the hall. Mom sat at the table dressed and sipping coffee.

As she had the first time I had waltzed through the room naked, Mom yelled at me. "Lee Albert Miller! What is wrong with you?!"

"Nothing," I shrugged, caught off guard. "I'm naked, is that really a big deal?"

Mom flashed a smile and waiting for me to finish getting coffee. Once I sat, her smile faded as she pulled my hand into hers. "We need to talk about the last two days."

"Can I drink my coffee first?" I asked, hoping to buy some time.

"Sure, sugar," she said, getting up and leaving the room.

Sitting alone, I sipped my coffee as my mind raced. I could sense that none of this was good. Mom had gone no farther than the living room. Picking up my coffee, I joined her, sitting on the couch. "I'm good," I said. "Let's talk."

"You know we can't keep doing all this, right?"

"But why not?" I groaned. Even braced for those words, they still stung.

"Because it's not right," she said, patting my knee. "And we went too far."

"Aw Mom," I whined. "I didn't mean any of that. We're still good."

"And we're going to stay that way," she said in her no-nonsense Mom voice. That tone still held power over me. "I know we can't undo any of the things we said or did, can we?" I shook my head. "But we can't keep doing them either, right?"

"I guess not," I glumly admitted knowing it would be a waste of time to argue with her. "But never again? That seems extreme, doesn't it?"

Her tone was icy cold as she put her foot down. "Stop it, Lee."

"No, I'm serious," I pressed, grown up too much to accept her proclamations. "Hear me out. Tell me you didn't have fun yesterday or the day before."

"That's not the point," she said in the same ice-filled tone. "And you know it."

"No, I don't know it," I pushed back. "I know what we did was fun and that you loved it, too." She remained straight-backed stiff and unflinching. "So here's my proposal. One day a year, on Nude Day, we let loose."

Mom's expression didn't change, but I saw her blink. She was thinking about it.

"That's it," I insisted. "Once a year, that's all. Maybe twice."

"Once," she said through tight lips.

"And I get to walk around naked anytime I want."

Mom's eyes dropped to my lap before she shook her head and started laughing. "No, but good try. I can't stare at that and not remember all the stuff we did."

"And I can't remember all the stuff we did and not want to share it with you as if it never happened."

"Maybe we can be naked at the same time," she allowed, thawing even more. "But no touching."

"Good enough," I said, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. "I love you, Mom."

"And I love you too," she said. As I stood to leave the room, I noticed how her eyes followed my nakedness and I smiled. She'll come around and when she does, I'll have something special for her. What Mom didn't know was that Sophie had spent the week at a nudist colony with her parents. Maybe Mom will find out what it's like to be with a black chick afterall.